Quotes About Isolation

A guy next to me sees the massive bruise on my arm. "God, what a wuss! You got bruised from playing dodge ball?" I look at him, and I realize that I don't know him. I don't even recognize him from walking through the halls or assemblies. I couldn't tell you what grade he's in or what classes he takes. So why does he even bother? Why does he even bother being mean to me?

Hell is being alone.

I can't take it anymore. I thought maybe there would be one last conversation, but I can't take it. [...] I've thought of it often, over the years, obsessing over it, designing it in my imagination over and over, tweaking and revising [...]

That night, after dark, before the rain, I sneak out of the house. I've mastered this particular skill over the course of many dead nights, when the silence is too loud and the solitude too confining. [...] the truth is, I could simply leave.

Another year down. Ten years. No one said anything. No one ever says anything. Nothing online. Nothing in the Sunday edition of the "Lowe County times"--"the Loco"--that Mom still has delivered every week. Memory holes are efficient.

When I'm with other people, I usually don't think about it. Sometimes, it catches me off-guard, but I usually don't. When I'm alone, it's all I can think about.

calling the Guantanamo prison "a gated timeshare community in the Northern Caribbean.

It seems to be that loneliness is a small price to pay for peace and quiet.

He who withdraws himself from his fellow men lessens his service and impoverishes his life, no matter what work of art may come out of his solitude.

It would do the world good if every man in it would compel himself occasionally to be absolutely alone. Away from people, who blunt the edges of his personality: away from books and magazines, which give him his thinking pre-digested: away on a long walk, where he could face the world with a naked mind and compel himself to think some things through by himself. Most of the world's progress has come out of periods of such loneliness.

In olden days, when towns were more scattered, distances greater, and life less complex, men were accustomed to be alone for hours and even days, and could stand it. The modern man must be talking, or he must be reading, or he must be playing: anything lest by accident he be left alone for a little time and compelled to think.

He who does not know how to people his solitude, does not know either how to be alone in a busy crowd.

Sadder than destitution, sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public. Nothing more contradicts the laws of man or beast, for animals always do each other the honour of sharing or disputing each other's food.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.

A joyful mind will never live in isolation.

Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved

Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for?

They don't think "I care," "I hurt," or "I have feelings." It just seems like I'm always "wrong," always "selfish," always "self-centered" and everything else that's negative and destructive.

I wanted to ask God to help me but I could utter only words, dark, useless words which fell on the floor beside me and rolled off into the corners and underneath the bed.

Depressed? No one in the world but a doper could know the true opposite of depressed.

People always look at reality shows and think, 'How do they fall in love so quickly?' When you are quarantined with the same people, the emotions you normally feel after a year come within a week.

I just go anywhere by myself. I don't even realize how big I am.

I thought that if you come across as a freak, there will be some kind of distance. Maybe the distance became excessive. I realized that people were afraid of me without knowing me.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.